Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"I don't know, anyway, I don't dare to look directly at an assistant who doesn't look like an ordinary assistant." Bubble said his thoughts honestly.

Feng Heng glanced at Bubbles slantingly. If the information he investigated is correct, it is normal for Bubbles not to look directly at Ma Feng.

That's a figure who crawled out of the dead. If Bubble dared to point his nose to curse, he would have to look at Bubble with admiration.

"Is he the only assistant?" Feng Heng looked around the set quickly, and found that the suspicious person was also the only one.

"Two, and one..." Pao said and searched on the set, but did not see the other assistant after watching it for a few laps.

Just a few minutes ago, he saw another help from Luo Yangyang coming, why he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ma Feng didn't pay attention to Luo Yangyang who was filming the scene. His gaze stayed on Feng Heng's body, as soon as I was here, you would come as soon as possible, completely not afraid of Feng Heng.

Feng Heng looked at Ma Feng several times, and the two people who looked at each other in the air. In the dry cold wind, the air seemed to blast out a small crackling flame.

Immediately, Feng Heng waved to Ma Feng, as if saying hello and saying goodbye.

Finally, as soon as Feng Heng put on his sunglasses, he opened the car door and sat in again.

"Brother Heng, you just came here, are you leaving again?" Paobao asked Feng Heng anxiously when he saw Feng Heng got into the car and immediately posted it.

"Suddenly remembered that there is something else, I'll see you to play another day." Feng Heng said while starting the car, without even looking at Bubbles.

Feng Heng was about to leave as soon as he arrived. Although Bubble was a bit lost, he immediately revived on the spot.

He looked excited and said: "Okay, I'm free anytime, when can you find me to play, I will leave the phone number..."

however.

Before the long speech of Bubble was finished, Feng Heng's pouch convertible flew out like an arrow.

Ever since, the messy bubbles in the wind, watching the red convertible drifting around in front of him, just left him.

"Woo, I don't have the number for you yet!" Paobao was crying, looking reluctantly at the convertible that was going away.

When Ma Feng saw Feng Heng leaving wisely, he withdrew his gaze, so he glared at him as soon as he turned his head without seeing Bubble, or he saw it, but didn't pay attention to it.

When Luo Yangyang finished taking a break, Ma Feng walked over with the thermos cup, and while handing it to her, he whispered: "Feng Heng came just now."

"Yeah." Luo Yangyang sat on the folding chair and took the thermos cup.

"He came and went." Ma Feng saw that Luo Yangyang didn't react much, so he thought about it and said.

"Yeah." After Luo Yangyang took a sip of water, his big bright eyes lifted up and looked at Ma Feng, "I don't want to see him. I will stop when I come again."

After the night of the New Year's Eve, she didn't want to contact Feng Heng at all.

"Yeah." Ma Feng nodded.

After that, Luo Yangyang never saw Feng Heng on the set again in filming.

This movie was shot for more than two months after the start of work a year later.

Luo Yangyang left a lot of lessons in order to film the film, and finally finished the filming. She was so tired that she slept at home for a whole day.

The office of the president of Fengshi Group.

After Fengsheng signed another vigorous signature on the document, he subconsciously looked sideways to the right.

Luo Yangyang wore a black professional suit, crackling typing on the desk in front of the French windows.

The sunlight came in from the window, and she was covered with a warm golden light.

Looking at her serious work profile, Feng Sheng couldn't help but want to get close to her. He thought that everyone else also stood up and walked towards her: "Yang Yang."